Yeah me Yeah yeah yeah
I'm just tryna say somethin'
before I I dropped off
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for
real niggas
Looking for a problem revolver
under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed we will kill niggas
So try me if you want bruh
I promise I'm with all of that
Late night shooters got 'em
thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white man
game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a dream
that I really had
Kind of hard to sleep when your
thoughts is in the streets
North north is the side where my
family stay
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Until the money coming in spend
it all on guns and rims
I ain't nothing but a nigga
ain't no reason to pretend
Kept the sticky in the Stussy
pouch
Ski mask bloody 'Preme hoodie
tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty night
black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the
moon was out
Food was always optional
Eating nothing but hard punches
to that abdominal
Closed fist chronicles sold
sniff Momma knew
Baggies laying 'round peanut
shells at a carnival
Stomping clowns welcome pussy
niggas to the romper room
Buckshot'll cover a whole torso
like a parka do
In a park at 2 plotting trying
to garner loot
Split it with his big road dog
call him Marmaduke
Searching for a shard of truth
and found uh
Couple bucks bought his cousins
lunch
Another Dutch stiff collar on
the button up
Hood rich wild and 'bout to
run amok
Road to Hell paved with cement
covered trussled drugs toughen up
Well alright okay
If that's how you truly feel
about it then
Alright okay
If that's how you truly feel
about it then
Vinny Stape they stupid think
the city safe
Until that little bindi placed
headshots red dot
Block as hot as Denny plates
fed watch Fed watch
Opinions only pity based deep
in the Civic with the
Evilest niggas this side of the
Mississippi
All courtesy of Vincent from
niggas who plot against
Ear L double S hear shells from
the Tec
Hear in full effect eat a dick
and cut a check bitch
Few niggas I'm on a first name
basis with
Address me by the alias that
trunk weighted like he
'Bout to catch a case again
eighths louder than the voice of
Satan that be plaguing him
bruh I'm caking
Whether Hell or bad weather
high water I'm a sailor type
Assailant for the paper living
like I met the maker twice
Hit it 'til I'm faded right
Mami take a hike
Or treat it like you fucking
shaking dice bitch
Well alright okay
If that's how you truly feel
about it then
Alright okay
If that's how you truly feel
about it then